Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.